Chapter 139: Nishiyama · Autumn Leaves · Sorrow 2

Early in the morning, the fog did not clear, and the two walked slowly on the mountain road.
It's very quiet here, and we can't go fast. If there isn't always a knot in my heart, this moment may be a very happy thing.
However, every step made me feel heavier and heavier.
Huang Tianba kept walking in front, and I followed him silently. After a while, he suddenly said: "You must be wondering, why are we so stubborn to oppose the government and kill the prince, right? "
"I believe you must have your own reasons—"
Even if you disagree with them, there must be your own reasons.
Huang Tianba smiled and looked at the bright red leaves on both sides of the mountain road, and said gently: "Outside the sunset, the red leaves are frost-colored. This is a poem chanted by Xishan, a former poet, but you know, this poem Do you mean? "
I shake my head.
"The color of the red leaves is actually not the color of the red leaves, but another red color ..." Speaking of this, his voice suddenly trembled, choked, and slowly said: "Blood colour."
My feet stagnate, and I look up at him in amazement.
At this moment, I suddenly knew what he was about to say.
Yangzhou Tucheng!
That was when the imperial family entered the customs at that time, the southern gentry struggled to resist, and also delayed the occupation of the Central Plains. The imperial court had to withdraw the army that was about to enter Xichuan back to Yangzhou. After several hard battles, it broke through the city gate and the army swarmed in. The horrific massacre.
I have heard that the sky was red and the ground was red at that time, and the beautiful and picturesque Yangzhou City became a dead city. The only sound was the months of screaming and crying.
"A group of people escaped from Yangzhou City. They thought that if they escaped here, they could save their lives, but they didn't expect—" Huang Tianba's low and magnetic voice also changed the tone at this time: "Still dead, one sword, A life, the blood of the mountain, has made the frost here red ... "
His voice slowly dropped.
I looked at the silent, broad shoulders in front of me, and I seemed to understand what mission, or rather-what kind of burden can not be shouldered on such a straight back.
It is hatred, deep blood in the sea of ​​blood, blood red that day and place, and endless wailing.
Thinking like this, the footsteps slowly got heavy, accidentally stepped on a frost, and almost slipped. At this time, a handkerchief was handed to the eyes.
Looking up, it was Huang Tianba. I didn't say anything and grabbed the other end of the handkerchief.
In this way, two people took a handkerchief, and he slowly led me upward. With the faint strength from the handkerchief, I even felt that my knees were not so tired.
As I walked up, I asked gently, "So, you have always been against the government in your back. So what is the contradiction between you and those in the drugstore?"
Huang Tianba didn't turn back, but was silent for a while, then said slowly: "Yangzhou is the richest place in the Central Plains. Even if the officials came here as clean officials, they gradually became corrupt officials. We are all pointing at these corrupt officials. "
I nodded, before I heard the ordinary people say that the officials of the imperial court to send Yangzhou to Canada were stabbed one after another, it seems they are all their hands.
Then-
"What happened later?"